As Arthit and Kong entered the charity dinner event, they were enveloped in an atmosphere of elegance and sophistication. The venue was adorned with twinkling lights and floral arrangements, casting a warm glow over the room. Soft music played in the background, creating a serene ambiance that complemented the charitable spirit of the event.
The attendees, dressed in their finest attire, mingled and chatted animatedly, their laughter filling the air. Waitstaff glided gracefully between tables, serving gourmet delicacies and pouring glasses of champagne.
Arthit was dressed impeccably in a tailored tuxedo, the deep navy fabric accentuating his lean frame. His aquamarine tie added a pop of color to his ensemble, complementing his dark hair and sharp features. With his confident stride and composed demeanor, he exuded an aura of authority and sophistication.
Beside him, Kong cut a striking figure in a classic black suit, his crisp white shirt and sleek black tie exuding timeless elegance. Despite his initial reluctance to attend, he wore his attire with confidence, his posture straight and his expression determined.
As they made their way through the crowd, heads turned in their direction, their presence commanding attention and respect.
As they strolled through the crowd, Arthit playfully nudged Kong and remarked, "You know, Kong, with that charming smile of yours, you might just steal the show tonight."
Kong smirked, shooting back with a sassy reply, "Oh, phi!, I wouldn't dream of stealing your thunder. I'll leave that to your wardrobe choices." He jabbed at Arthit's colourful tie in a sea of black, whites and browns.
Arthit chuckled at the comeback, shaking his head in mock exasperation. "You're incorrigible, Kongpob," he teased.
Kong shrugged nonchalantly. "Just trying to keep up with the master of wit," he quipped, flashing a grin as they continued through the bustling crowd.
Despite their differences, Arthit and Kong stood united in their commitment to support a worthy cause, their attire and demeanor reflecting their shared values of professionalism and compassion.
As Arthit smoothly navigated the crowd, engaging in conversations and networking with finesse, Kong followed closely behind, his role as Arthit's shadow well-established. He smiled and nodded politely, blending into the background as Arthit effortlessly commanded attention.
However, amidst the chatter and laughter, Kong couldn't shake off the feeling of being scrutinized by some of the guests, particularly Isabella also known as Siri, the young heiress of a semiconductor chip giant and one of Arthit's brief dating partners.
Isabella exuded an air of elegance and sophistication, her demeanor gentle and proper, especially when in Arthit's presence.
"Arthit, darling, it's been too long," Isabella greeted with a charming smile as she approached, her eyes briefly acknowledging Kong before returning to Arthit.
"Siri, it's a pleasure to see you," Arthit replied courteously, though Kong noticed a hint of tension in his boss's demeanor.
Isabella's gaze lingered on Arthit for a moment before drifting over to Kong, her smile faltering ever so slightly. "And who is this handsome man?"
Arthit's jaw tightened imperceptibly, but he maintained his composed facade. "This is Kongpob, my invaluable executive assistant," he confirmed, his tone polite but firm. " and most trusted friend."
Isabella's lips curved into a polite smile, though there was a hint of condescension in her eyes as she turned her attention back to Kong. "How... delightful," she remarked, her tone laced with subtle sarcasm. "I must say, you surprised me, Kongpob. You must have very special talents for Arthit to set aside his principle of not mixing professional and personal life and employ a friend."She stressed the word friend to imply other meanings she attached to it.
